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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Today is a holiday here in Spain plus the new King's corronation. I'm taking the day off and leaving the blog to the wonderful S.J. Maylee! Please give her, and her new novel, Taking Courage, a warm welcome!

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Thank you so
much for having me, Elyzabeth. J I’m super excited to share
my latest release. The initial inspiration for TAKING COURAGE came from my journey
into writing. I thought first of a heroine who is having a hard time finding
her own way in life. When she’s finally at the right place at the right time,
she stumbles. I felt like that a million times already on this writing journey.
The trick is to get back up and try again. That is exactly what my heroine,
Janna does. I’m so dang proud of her strength. I hope you get a chance to read
Taking Courage and that you love her story as much as I do.

Janna’s ready
to make over her life and get out from under the controlling thumb of her
father. She doesn't want another failed arranged marriage. She’s ready to do
whatever it takes for the career she wants, enter the lifestyle she craves, and
to earn the trust and love of the man that has captured her heart, but
heartbreak and career hiccups seem to be her destiny.

Simon’s still recovering after his last
submissive lied her way into his life. He’s not ready for Janna and how she
pushes against his prejudices. He needs to decide if he’s willing to lose her
or if he’ll fight for her love and submission.

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TAKING
COURAGE EXCERPT

“Head
up now.” Something was agitating the tender bundle in his arms. Simon wanted to
help her through it. He may have taken a step back on his training
responsibilities since his last experience, but Janna felt perfect under his
hand. He’d have to find out if she’d be back.

“Yes,
Sir.”

“What's
troubling you, pet?”

“I
forgot to mention something earlier.” She tucked the blanket under her chin.

“Oh?”
He rubbed in big circles around her back. “Why don't you tell me now?”

“This
was my first time, Sir.”

“Your
first?” His confusion was thick. She tried to hide her eyes from him, but he
saw shame. Sometimes newer submissives struggled with firsts. “Is this your
first time being a guest?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Is
your home club much different?” The safe rules of BDSM clubs were pretty
universal, a real gift to traveling kinksters, but sometimes a scene in a
different setting could be unsettling.

“I
don't have a home club, Sir. Well, not one that I physically visit.” She rubbed
the edge of her blanket. “I'm an active member of their chat rooms.”

He
hadn't heard her right. No. She felt like an experienced submissive. Was she
just playing the part? Anger ticked a quick pace up his spine.

“Are
you telling me I just gave you your first scene?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Why
did you withhold this information?” When she didn't answer he added, “Why
weren't you honest with me?” He pushed her slightly, in part to get some
distance and to keep her safe from him. “Answer me, now.”

“I
forgot. It all happened so fast, and I forgot one of my lines.”

“Lines.”
He finished shoving her from his lap and stood. “I hope you had fun tonight.”

“I
did, Sir,” she said as she stood to join him. She tugged at the edge of the
blanket that had stuck in the couch. “Please, let me thank you for tonight.”

“There
is no need. You lied to me, and you had your fun.” He scratched his brow. “Go
home now.” He took two storming steps away and stopped. He forced himself to
return to her, disgusted by how good it felt to see her face once more. He
stopped within an inch, forcing her to look up. “Do yourself a favor. Enter
that club at home, get yourself in a training program, and do not ever lie to a
Dom again.”

He
wanted to hit something. What was it with submissives and their lies? The lie
might have been smaller this time, but it was still a lie.

He
thundered past the scene areas and kept walking, increasing his speed. Folks
saved themselves and moved out of his way. Fury radiated down his arms curling
his fingers into fists, almost there.

Some
members thought Keller was crazy when he’d installed the small gym next to the
club. When the roster quickly filled, it was Keller that was laughing all the
way to the bank. Simon had a regular date with the bag hanging in the corner.
He may no longer enter the ring, but the regimented workouts kept him strong
and centered.

A
couple more steps and he'd entered the gym and saw the innocent bag hanging
right where he needed it to be. He slammed his fist into the bag. Pressure
reverberated from his hand straight to his heart, but it didn't release the
revulsion.

“Damn
her.”

He
needed to get this out and get back on the floor. One of his best friends was
about to collar his sub. The bag swung around. He walked around it and rolled
his shoulders back. He wanted to witness the happiness a pair could have when
things worked out and no one lied.

It
was just a scene, something he could shake off, and she was just a guest sub.
There was no possible way she could have felt as right as he thought. The anger
was tricking him. She was just another lying sub. A sub to forget. A sub he
would never see again.

“Damn
her.”

An
image of her regret filled face tugged at his resolve. His fingers flexed as he
remembered her velvet channel. His cock twitched, and he hit the bag again.

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and
with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever
after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a
time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring
for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s
music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and
coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she
always glues them back together.

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